Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Flex Crime

I had my mask. I had my gun.
So I was set to rob the shop.
Not going to hurt anyone,
I just needed a scary prop.
And the clerk was real scared, no doubt,
But said the cash was in the safe.
Only the boss could get it out.
The mask was making my face chafe.
The boss would come later that day.
I gave my number to the clerk,
To call when the boss showed. That way
I'd get the cash. It didn't work.

It seemed a good plan at the time,
But turned into a gotcha crime.